Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

By the time Ning Xiaobei came out of the subway and walked into the company building, it was already half an hour later than the time agreed with his boss.

In normal times, Ning Xiaobei must have been running in the office building at this time.But he just had an asthma attack just now, and now he is really uncomfortable, so he can only walk slowly.

"Boss, you are finally here, the boss is all angry."

As soon as he entered the office, the assistant Lily stood at the door poking his head and said anxiously, "Just now everyone was waiting for you to have a meeting, and when you didn't come, the boss was so angry that he dropped his pen."

"I just came back today to take a look. My family's affairs haven't been done yet."

Ning Xiaobei threw the empty aerosol can into the trash can, and took out a brand new one from the drawer and put it in his bag.He was afraid that he would have another attack on the way home after a while. If the asthma was not rescued in time, it would be fatal.

"Boss, do you want to make coffee for you? I'll bring it over later."

Lily held the folder and said flatteringly.

"No, I'll leave after a few words with the boss."

Ning Xiaobei didn't even intend to turn on his computer. He picked up his phone and walked to the boss's office at the other end of the corridor.

Everyone in the office was immersed in the atmosphere of preparing for Double Eleven, with the sound of keyboard tapping, voice calls and the sound of printers spitting out carbon paper one after another.Occasionally, a few people looked up, and when they saw Ning Xiaobei, they could only nod with their chins, not daring to put down the work at hand.

Walking to the semi-frosted glass door, Ning Xiaobei knocked on the door, and pushed the door open after hearing the word "comein".

"You wait."

The boss, Zhuo Yuhang, was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with one hand in his trouser pocket, talking on the phone.Seeing Ning Xiaobei, he shook his hand at him, pointed to the swivel chair in front of the desk, and signaled him to sit down first.

Zhuo Yuhang, from Hangzhou, is the same age as Ning Xiaobei.When Xiao Bei was in a foreign company, the company sent him to do a part-time MBA in finance. It was in the class that he met Yu Hang. Strictly speaking, the two were classmates.

After graduating from university, Zhuo Yuhang came to work in Shanghai. At first, he worked in a foreign company, and later he started his own business.He married a rich Shanghai girl, and half of the start-up capital of the company was sponsored by the old man.

The company was short of people at the beginning, so Zhuo Yuhang asked old friends to find out if there were any suitable talents.They found Ning Xiaobei through their mutual friends.They added each other's WeChat, only to find out that they were acquaintances, and they are still in the MBA classmate group, so they hit it off and hired Ning Xiaobei with a high salary.

The company is booming now, I heard that Zhuo Yuhang has bought a second villa now, his wife is preparing for a second child, but her husband is always too busy to go home, and he doesn't know how long he will be "preparing".

"Why are you so late? I made an online meeting appointment with the PR of XX company. You can only delay because you didn't show up. The other party is very upset. Just now their boss called me to claim."

Both of them are from foreign companies, and they are used to speaking Chinese mixed with English, and sometimes even a few words of Shanghai dialect, which can be regarded as a scene in the local office.

Zhuo Yuhang hung up the phone, sat across from Ning Xiaobei, and said with displeasure.

This man is one of the most meticulous people Ning Xiaobei has ever seen. Even though today is a 36-degree hot day, he still wears a three-piece suit and his hair is meticulous.

Ning Xiaobei once discussed with Lily that this should be a habit cultivated by the boss in the British company for more than ten years, and of course it may also be related to his own cleanliness.

Such a boss will naturally create invisible pressure on the boss.Fortunately, Zhuo Yuhang only has a dress code for himself, and for the employees below, he only asks not to dress up in exotic clothes. Wear T-shirts or plaid shirts, please feel free.

In the whole company, Ning Xiaobei is the only person who matches the boss's dressing habits. As long as it is working hours, he always wears a suit.

For reasons that cannot be said, Ning Xiaobei has been single since the age of 37.When others asked, he only said that he was busy with work and had no time to think about life-long events.Fortunately, there are a lot of people in Shanghai who are not married in their 40s, and he is a man, so he has not suffered any persecution of forced marriage.

Zhuo Yuhang is the most outstanding man he has seen in so many years, whether it is appearance, education, or ability, he is first-class.But when they met, he was already married, and his daughter was already one year old.

Zhuo Yuhang is a standard straight man, and Ning Xiaobei's moral code makes him never intervene in other people's marriages and relationships.

So he can only bury this relationship deeply in his heart, and dare not even confide a word to anyone, while devoting all his time and energy to work.

Everyone said that he and the boss were both workaholics who loved the company more than their home. Except for the few days during the Spring Festival, they worked almost all year round.

In fact, what he loves is not work, but a desire to be with the other party...

"Az, why did you come to work wearing this today? OK, forget it. The project that I handed over to XX company before, the other party said that they are still not satisfied. Hurry up and lead your team to make another one. The other party tomorrow I have a meeting with the Japanese side in the afternoon, and I must check with them in the morning. This year’s Double [-] case is related to whether the cooperation between our two companies can continue next year, so you have to be more attentive.”

As Zhuo Yuhang said, he picked up a document from the table and put it in front of Ning Xiaobei.

"Hey, what's up?"

Seeing that Ning Xiaobei didn't respond for a long time, and didn't intend to take the file, Zhuo Yuhang finally felt something was wrong.

"Az, are you okay?"

Ever since a well-known company came up with a culture of naming names, basically all e-commerce companies have copied it, and Zhuo Yuhang's company is no exception.

"Az" is exactly Ning Xiaobei's nickname, and he stole the name of his family's former cat.

As for Zhuo Yuhang, the nickname of the boss is naturally "boss".

"I'm sorry for being late. I'm too tired to handle funerals these days. I had an asthma attack on the subway and came back after a short rest. I didn't know I might miss your meeting, sorry."

Ning Xiaobei put his hands on the table, tapped the black glass table with his fingertips and said slowly.

"Sorry, I don't know."

Zhuo Yuhang pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose with some guilt.

Ning Xiaobei has asthma, and it usually occurs when the seasons change from spring to autumn, and sometimes it will also occur when the body is not in good condition.He kept a drawer of aerosols on his desk, and everyone in the company knew about it.

"It's okay, I didn't know I was going to have an attack."

Ning Xiaobei reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth and coughed twice.

"But boss..."

He pointed to the blue folder and said with a wry smile, "I should be in mourning right now. I just went back to the company today to take a look. You should leave this case to someone else. I haven't arranged anything at home yet." Well, there’s no way it’s going to work anytime soon.”

"What do you mean? 'Just come back and see'?"

Maybe he was pestered by the client badly, Zhuo Yuhang's tone changed all of a sudden, and he lost his usual demeanor.

"The few companies you are following are all popular brands on Double Eleven. You know how much our company's overall turnover has dropped due to the epidemic last year. This year's performance will have to be fought here. You Now tell me you can't come back to work?"

Listening to Zhuo Yuhang's aggressive questioning, Ning Xiaobei's temper, which had been suppressed due to the pain of losing his father, suddenly exploded.

"Boss, the "Labor Law" stipulates that employees can enjoy three days of bereavement leave when an immediate family member passes away. And when I asked for leave before, I also took ten days of annual leave. I want to come back slowly after I have everything at home settled. Do it, at least wait until my dad's first seven days pass, can't you?"

"You're right, but how do you want me to explain to the client? The father of the biggest handler of the project is dead, so I can't push now? Do you want me to say that? And the client you have is not one, but the entire company The three most important big clients are in your hands! Az, life and death!"

Zhuo Yuhang knocked on the table and said, "When you finish your homework, everything will be over. Otherwise...you come back to work with me now, and at most you will be busy with Double Eleven. I will let you go for another half a month." Vacation. By the end of the year, you can rest as much as you want. OK?"

"Zhuo Yuhang, are you talking in human language? My father died! Don't you capitalists have a conscience?"

Ning Xiaobei was furious, he stood up, grabbed Zhuo Yuhang's collar, pointed to the busy office lobby outside and said.

"When my dad was sick, I was with you to work overtime. When my dad fell down, I was with you to work overtime. Now my dad is dead, burned to ashes, put into such a small box, and you still let me Work overtime with you? It is my father who died now, not your father, nor your father-in-law, so you can talk like this, right? Did you say that! "

Their arguing was so loud that it spread outside through the glass.

Seeing that the big boss and the boss were about to fight each other, a few "little carrot heads" looked inside in surprise, and even forgot to type.

"Az. Calm down, calm down."

The two had known each other for so long, and Ning Xiaobei had always been a good gentleman, Zhuo Yuhang was stunned by his red eyes that were so angry.

He slowly broke free from Ning Xiaobei's shackles, walked to the window, and knocked on the glass window, scaring the "little carrot heads" to scatter.

Zhuo Yuhang pulled down the blinds, blocked the curious eyes, walked back to Ning Xiaobei's side, and put his shoulders on him.

"Az, forgive me for my unscrupulous words. You know, the company is preparing to go public next year, and I am under a lot of pressure..."

"In short, I won't be returning to the company anytime soon. You can leave those cases to other people. Anyone who leaves the company can continue to open it."

Ning Xiaobei slapped Zhuo Yuhang away and said with a sneer.

"And the holidays you mentioned...every year after the big promotion, they said that they would give me a big holiday. But in the past few years, except for the three-day annual holiday that I accompanied my dad back to Suzhou to visit the grave the year before last, when did I enjoy it? Plus the original The manager's [-]-day vacation every year has accumulated to the present, and it takes a full three months."

As he spoke, he stood up, "I'll go to the office and use the system to ask for leave, and I'll use up all the three-month leave at once, and I hope the boss will approve it."

He said wearily.

"Az, are you serious? It's true that I was wrong just now. I didn't understand your feelings, but three months is really..."

Zhuo Yuhang said with a face of embarrassment.

Double Eleven is followed by Double Twelve, followed by year-end promotions.The end of the year is the most intense time for e-commerce, and Ning Xiaobei actually wants to ask for a three-month leave?Doesn't this make it clear that he is going to be roasted on the fire?

"If the boss doesn't want to approve it, then let the HR department issue a dismissal letter and just fire me. I really... can't do it anymore."

Ning Xiaobei leaned against the door, holding back tears and said.

"Also, my name is not 'Azie'. My name is 'Ning Xiaobei', and 'Azie' is the name of my dead cat. In the future, the boss should call me by my name... Heh, if there is 'later' if."

He said, twisted the doorknob, and strode out.Seeing the boss's red eyes and unfriendly eyes, colleagues avoided him one after another.

"Xiaobei...I..."

Looking at the back of Ning Xiaobei going away, Zhuo Yuhang sat on the leather chair, looked at the folder in front of him, and closed his eyes regretfully.

Went to the company in a hurry, and went home in a hurry.

The moment he stepped into the house, Ning Xiaobei finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He washed his hands and walked back to the living room, which had remained the same as when he left it in the morning.The Ning family did not use a nanny, and Ning Jianguo cleaned up the house himself for many years.Now that he is gone, the house started to collect dust in just three days.

Ning Xiaobei walked into his room and picked up the adoption certificate that he put on the desk and pressed with a paperweight.

"The last time I saw it, it was clearly not there..."

He touched the ink-stained area and whispered.

It doesn't look like the ink is newly soaked in, but it's been a few years.

"I spilled ink in my dream. But that was a dream..."

Ning Xiaobei frowned in distress.

He looked up and looked at his bookshelf.

On the bookshelf are neatly arranged the books he has collected over the past few years, from Liu Cixin's "Three-Body Problem", Asimov's "Galaxy Empire Trilogy", to Frank's "Dune", and even the whole set bought in high school The science fiction novels of "Wesley Series" are sorted by authors and neatly arranged on the bookshelf.

Ning Xiaobei is a science fiction fan. He has liked to read all kinds of science fiction novels since junior high school. He has read all kinds of science fiction novels from all over the world. This is the only hobby he has retained after working.

He looked at these books, and a bold idea came into his mind.

Could it be...a parallel world?

And is it that all changes in one world will affect the other?

Ning Xiaobei stood up "crashly", he walked around the room like a big bear in a cage in a zoo.

Finally, his eyes fell on the tin box under the bed—he kept his most precious things since he was a child, just like his father's chest of drawers.

He got under the bed and dragged the small tin box out.

The tin box was not locked, but the thick layer of ash on it almost made his asthma attack again.

Taking a damp rag to wipe off the dust, Ning Xiaobei opened the box with trembling hands.

What fell into his eyes were diaries of various shapes.Cartoon, blue, gray, and coffee-colored covers, with more than a dozen books stacked on top of each other.

Ning Xiaobei had the habit of keeping a diary since she was a child, and she still kept it until she graduated from university.He uses up a diary every year.After finishing writing, everything is locked in this box with great care as a permanent memory.

After joining the work, the diary became a work planning record book, and later I simply wrote it all in the memo on the mobile phone, and this habit was gradually quit.

In addition to the diary in the tin box, there are also a bunch of tattered gadgets that others see as tatters, but to Ning Xiaobei, they are precious memories.If it was normal, he would definitely not be able to resist taking it out and playing with it carefully, but now he doesn't have the skill.

He wanted to confirm one thing, a major matter related to what happened to that "dream".

The diaries are stacked in chronological order from far to near, and the penultimate one is the one written by him in the fourth grade of elementary school. The cover is "Ginghe", one of the five little powerhouses in the cartoon "Saint Seiya".

Binghe was Ning Xiaobei's favorite cartoon character when he was a child, because like himself, he didn't have a mother anymore.It's just that Glacier's mother lies on the bottom of Siberia, and he has never seen his mother at all.

Ning Xiaobei touched the cover, took a deep breath, and opened the diary from the middle.

I saw a white pigeon feather caught in the middle of the book.Looking at the content of that page - August 1996, 8, sunny.

Right!

Ning Xiaobei dared to swear to God, in his original memory, he had never done the act of putting a feather in the diary.

That's not a "dream"!That world really exists!

Ning Xiaobei clenched her teeth tightly, took two steps back, and sat on the edge of the bed.

If what I do "over there" will really have an impact on the current world...

Does that mean that he can save his father's not-so-long life?

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Yuhang is just a cannon fodder, don't worry, he has nothing to do with us Xiaobei.

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